Karla Diane Hurrell
Supermom to 153 Kids

I came to live with Karla when I was nine years old. My two siblings and I were taken from our home and never returned to our biological mother again. It was tough being torn away from one life that at one time seemed to be so simple, and tossed into a whole new one. I legally became a part of the Hurrell family in 1996, but in my heart I feel like I have been a part of the family from the very beginning. My mom has given me so many things that I never would have had the chance to experience with my biological mother.

My hero is my aunt. She is also my Godmother and my Confirmation sponsor. I feel as though she will always be there for me, and she is like a second mother to me. I know if I need her, I can ask for her help, and she will be right beside me...

Jeanette Cowen was born on October 21, 1960 in a small community in Bergen County, New Jersey. She has three sisters, two younger, and one older. Following high school, she attended nursing school where she graduated with her RN (registered nurse.) After she married my uncle (my mother's brother), they eventually moved to Hillsborough, New Jersey. She works as an operating room nurse at Somerset Medical Center, and last year received her Bachelor of Science in Nursing from Seton Hall University. She is active in Girl Scouts and Cub Scouts, and enjoys camping. My aunt has been someone I have looked up to all my life. Being my Godmother makes her in a spiritual way my hero even though when I was younger I never realized it. I can consider her to be a hero because she devotes her own life to saving others, and I know she will always help me if I am in trouble.

Anyone can be a hero if they put their heart into helping others. I believe this is what my aunt does and will always do. She will always help anyone, she's a hard worker, she is strong mentally, and very trustworthy. I feel that as I grow older, I will be able trust her with my life and she will always be there for me.

"Some people come into our lives and quickly go. Some stay for a while and leave footprints on our hearts. And we are never, ever the same." - Author Unknown - My aunt is one of those people...
 

Lucretia H.Sargent

Well I'd like you to think really hard before you come to a decision.have you ever really sat down , and really about who your hero really is? Well first you have to know qualities a hero has to have. I personally think a hero has to have that personality that could charm your heart out,an awsome attitude towards everyone , and most of all they have to be able and willing to go that extra mile.
 

Mitzi Stevens

My grandma taught me many things. She taught me to always believe in God, she was very religious. It was hard after she died because if there really was a God, why would he let her die. On the night my grandma died, it was thunderstorming. When the nurse came in to tell everyone she was gone, my uncle claimed he saw a light circle around the room and disappear over my dad's head. No one saw it but the two that were married into the family. This may be because she wanted to show them they were part of the family. Another incident happened when that same uncle and my aunt were up at my grandma's cabin after she had died. They said they heard footsteps go up the deck, stop and look in the window, and then leave. These are freaky stories but I believe they are true. Because of my grandma now everynight I say a prayer and I talk to her. Sometimes I ask her things and the next day they really do come true. It's very painful for me to talk to her. Even when we just drive by her house I start crying. She also taught me to never be afraid, and as I think I said before, to stay strong always.
 

Ryan from Berkley, Michigan USA.

My hero is Mimi, my great grandma. What do you think of when you hear the word "hero?" I think of someone that is determined, self-sufficient, and mentally or physically strong. My great grandma, Mimi is my hero. She is determined, self sufficient, and mentally strong. She is 86 years old and she rakes and mows her 1 acre backyard by herself. Plus, all she has is an old push lawnmower. She lives alone because my great grandpa Pipi died about 15 years ago. She is also very stubborn. One time when we were at her house, we asked many times if we could rake her leaves or mow her lawn but she said that it didn’t need to be done. After we had left and were about 5 minutes away from her house, we had decided to go back and get lunch at the restaurant down the street from her house. After we left the restaurant we went down her street and she was mowing the lawn. She has lived through many wars; in which some of her brothers died in. Also she has dealt with the death of her daughter, husband, and her parents. She was also the oldest of 11 siblings. I love her a lot. My great grandma is my hero for many reasons besides what I mentioned. Another one is because she is very nice to everyone. She is funny sometimes too! She has made an impact on my life in many ways. If she is staying at our house and I am having a bad day she always makes me feel better. She makes me look happier because if I am crabby it would be mean to ruin her visit so I get in a good mood and that makes me feel better. Even if someone is mean to her she still stays in a good mood. Her other great trait is her determination. She is very determined and will do almost anything to get a job done. She mows her 1 acre backyard with an old push mower all by herself. She will rake it too! She still is alive and happy even after many of her family members (mom, brothers, husband, daughter,) died. She also cleans and dusts her whole house (Including her 4 big China cabinets full of glass antiques.) She is very determined to get everything done. As I said before, I love her a lot! I love her because she is funny, determined, self sufficient, and strong. She is my hero!
 

Renay Vasquez from Chandler, Arizona USA.

My hero is my nana (my grandma). Because she was there for me my whole life she practically raised me. My father left me when I was very young around 5 or 4 years old and my mom left me with my grandma. I lived with my grandma for 13 years.
 

Marjorie Plunk from Fayetteville, Arizona USA.

My hero is Mildred Cooley Roberson. Mildred was my sister, an attractive red-haired, mother of one. She was born with one deformed kidney, unknown to anyone. Somewhere in her childhood, an evident strep infection damaged the other kidney. She became ill in her early 30's, requiring dialysis twice a week, 6 hrs. each. She was a remarkable example of courage and endurance for the 20 years she battled her disease. She taught me so much just by the way she lived her life and dealt with the setbacks life imposed. She showed me how trivial some of the things that upset me actually were...without saying a word. At 54, she developed breast cancer, had successful surgery, but died within days of the surgery from a complication brought on by her long term illness. She never wavered in her Christian faith, in her motherhood of the child she bore and lived to see grown. She gave to the community, the church, her friends and family. She was a red-haired angel who had not enough time with us, but lived more than many people ever do. I feel close to her daughter, my niece, and we talk often. She thinks I look a lot like her mom in many ways. I feel good about that. I wish I had her strength.
 

Jessi

My hero is Alona Case, my grandma. She died in a car crash trying to get home. She fought for what she believed in. She was my mom, when I didn't have one; she loved me more than anything on earth. I miss her dearly.
 

Delontay Turner from Westmorland, Virginia USA.

My aunt is my hero because she took the place of my mom and I love my aunt for that and if it wasn't for her I don't know what I would have done. My mom loves me to but she went to New Jersey to take care of her mom because that what children are for. My aunt loves my mom but she doesn't want to let us be in the cold so she told my mom that she would look after us for her.
 

Martha, my legal guardian, is my hero. When I was 3 1/2 years old my biological mother decided she didn't want me and she gave me to my biological father and his new wife, my step-mom. As the years pasted my step-mom treated me just like one of her own kids and when my biological father left, he said he didn't want me either. So my step-mom went to court to get guardianship of me. She did not have to do this and throughout high school she still treated me like one of her kids. She took me in out of the goodness of her heart and she never expected anything from me for it.